Some poetry from me. heh

[Ryan]

This one is dedicated to a dream I had. It was a very beautiful dream. But there is a sad truth behind it all. enjoy.

The lies of a dream

Beautiful lies why do you torment me with your glory?
You give me a dream I never forgotten and it comes back to haunt me.
The girl, she was there with the beauty
But with my clarity I didn’t do anything. I stood there in awe.

The beautiful lie that amazes even the best of men,
But does not bring out the beast in us.
This is the sad truth. But why does it taste to good to the eyes?

You give me truth. It pains my heart to see people waste it,
Then you give me beauty it pains my heart not able to reach it.
Then you give me glory, It pains my body not able to try harder for it.
Now you give me sorrow. It tackles me.

The girl of the dream…wasn’t the girl of any dream.
A once real pigment of the world this girl ran across the line to see,
But to see she lost here eyes. Her life. All for one reason.
To see those she loved. She never stopped by my house.

Realizing the truth of this sorrow felt world I give you my life.
I give you my untainted soul into a tainted devils toy.
I burn for my ignorance, And I rot for my stupidity. Makes me, me.
Now why did I chose life while I was in limbo?

So when I look up into this rainy sky, the gray clouds cover the sky.
The raindrops down my face like tears of the heaves.
I am left here to view my mistakes and watch those I love fall down.
Its not the man that makes the man. It’s the sorrow that does.

I listen to the striking keys of this beautiful song. The piano.
I think of that girl. The beautiful girl that is eye candy.
I think of how she lived and then how she died.
The sad truth of life.

But there isn’t a time where you CANT think of her. But its not just her.
There was a boy I once known. He fell into the hands of fate.
The fall led him into the disaster that we call death.
Many people who meet me die. But why?

They say that urban chaos is the most common chaos.
When the real chaos is underneath our eyes. Its calling out “Pain! Stop the pain!”
But we induce more and more of that same pain.
Making the tormented human body die in the bloody Ces pool.

With the end of this poem I bid you a good-bye.
As you listened to my words I feel alive enough to leave.
But could you take the torment away from your life?
Before you fall into this same fate?

Live your life. There isn’t much time in the world to not enjoy it.
People do die all the time. But sooner than they should.
Good-bye loved ones. Good-bye dead ones.
Good-bye

~Ryan Cruey~

[MISTER BIG T]

You're completely ignoring meter, pace, and rhyming which are all esential to make a poem to begin with. That's not a poem anymore, it's more like a R&B song.

[Ryan]

You're completely ignoring meter, pace, and rhyming which are all esential to make a poem to begin with. That's not a poem anymore, it's more like a R&B song.

xD better than bad.